Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.